Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1

Max Dorsey never imagined he’d wake up under a woman in a woman’s bed. Brielle snagged his collar and planted a wet kiss on his neck, ensuring she left a telling mark before releasing him.

“Morning, Uncle Max.”

After the greeting, she leaned in for a passionate good morning kiss on his lips.

Max’s hair was a tousled mess, his hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, his hand playfully squeezing her neck. “Brielle, you’re quite bold.”

Taking him for a ride, she certainly was bold.

His grip tightened.

Brielle’s face turned a deep shade of red as she flashed him a charming, breathless smile, “Life is too short, better make every moment count, right?”

Max paused, a frosty glint in his eyes as he let her go and reached for his clothes.

“Uncle Max, where are you off to now?”

attractive. Even a casual glance sent shivers down one’s spine. “Off to pick out a plot for you in the cemetery. Do you prefer a sunrise or sunset

away sheepishly, “You’re really funny,

air. He was the Dorsey family’s fifth son, commonly known

hint of a smile in his eyes. His wrist bones were tense, and his dark

licked her lips, “Is there also a coffin? It looks like you want to preserve my whole

I

had never encountered such an audacious woman. A few specks of ruthlessness surged in his eyes. His long finger

in Beaconsfield. Describing her as breathtaking wouldn’t be an exaggeration, but she was vain, pretentious, and pompous, the type of woman he despised

want to remain

are

have a flamboyant beauty, rather a delicate and soft air, her expressions softening her

on her grew firmer. He tormented her until she winced in pain, his

bracelet against her skin made her tense up. He wasn’t flirting: he was appraising her like an item

“Can’t Spencer satisfy you?”

was Brielle’s

her best friend, and now Brielle had returned the favor

What a delightful game!

you mean, Uncle Max? I assure you, there’s nothing untoward between your nephew and